Dress Down Poems

Dress Down Unseen

Dress Down Unseen
 Stay hidden, the world will devour.
 Take over your life with power.
 Live a simple life.
 Fade into the night.
 Don’t be a part of the drama and gossip.
 Stand alone without them.
 You have nothing to prove to no one.
 Don’t stand out in the crowd for fortune.
 Walk the narrow road.
 Cast out all of your foes.
 There are many false prophets.
 For money, power, and being materialistic.
 Don’t follow the wicked.
 I want no part of it.
 A lonely life is fine with me.
 Dress down, subside from the.
 Be your own man by the sea.
 A corrupt world calls you by your number.
 You’ll be chained up in line to follow orders.
 Jesus calls you by your name.
 I’m just passing through because I am saved.
 Don’t lose your morals or values.
 The world will take everything from you.
 Work hard and be a good man.
 One day our kids will understand.

Sunrise and Sunset Routines

Breaking up the day into coffee and cabernet,
energy and relaxation, sunrise and sunset routines.
—by poet

Sunrise coffee, percolating,
poured into four seasons.
As soon as the mug’s drained,
brush pearly teeth, slide frothy floss,
Touch the sky where the sun should be;
the reach of xanthous rays.
Leftover steam from coffee-up -
blow on the sky; blue hue.

Cabernet in late afternoon;
cerise-cheers at sunset.
Dress down in seasonal pjs.
Brush pearls ‘til they sparkle.
Touch the sky where the moon should be -
the soothe of milky-white.
Remains a drop, dark berry -
the twilight sky infused.

I wish I was fat for the mafia

Mafiosos love fat women insecure sensitive vulnerable this allow the men to pounce at strip clubs sadly all the women in my family are small size 7 shoes Italian Irish American women I cater to the mannerisms of mafia wise guys needing full figures fat women giving them an excuse to pounce I'm truly blessed natural nubian Halle Barry figure however I dress down not to attract mafia prey does that make sense I'm wrapped in the finest garments

Dressing Me

I love, love dressing up,
matching shoes, purse,
belt, hat, scarf round
the neck or tied on
the purse handle.
Now, I am ready.
I always dress up for
me for I want to feel good.
Don’t get me wrong for I dress
down. But, I always get comments not
being casual or dress down enough like, jeans
with a lacy top at the parties, jeans with loafers, not
 tennis shoes on casual Fridays. I do dress down for me
in torn shirts with holes or tattered clothes
at  home cleaning and cooking. My son would tell
me  to throw them away and remind me I  have so many
clothes. But I feel good wearing them for I feel free being me.

fashion messaging

Vintage Chanel lives rent free in my mind
the colors are deep, subtle and magical.
Over time, the originally soft textures,
become luscious like a lover's caressing touch

In college, you dress down,
you want to blend in, not stand out
gods forbid you flag entitlement
and draw envy's barbed compliments.

The simple styles bear the twin burdens
of camouflage and practicality.

In Paris, fashion can be capricious,
but elegance is a silent conversation,
with its own intricate vocabulary in drape,
line, fabric and in painstaking choice.

In places where fashion matters - Paris, Manhattan, the Hamptons,
it can signal position, the way uniforms signal authority everywhere.

A splash of fashion can not only have a fabulous effect
on how its wearer feels, it can tell important stories.

I’m told that, in back rooms, where fortunes are awarded or lost,
fashion can announce arrival, rank, and intent.
It can whisper new wealth, in upstart display
or a threadbare, silent duel with mounting debt
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Songs for this:
The Way It Is by Bruce Hornsby & The Range
Read Between the Lines by The Bingtones

The Black Bee Club

The new gentleman’s club is rumored to be exclusive to the braggarts in town.
They have to dress up, and some of these squirrels used to only dress down.
Are their pole dancers? Another teacher asked of all people, unknowing me.
Unsure, I replied. The only thing I know is they have named it The Black Bee.

Black Bee; seems odd, said a few school teachers at our lunch table.
One claimed there were auditions, her name is Miss Merrywinkle Mable.
It is exclusive, I think I said, I heard there are monthly membership dues.
Let’s go over there and find out, said our resident biddy, Sally Boo Hoos.

Some of the men of the club caught wind of our plan and made a secret knock.
They put out a sign also that said this club is closed until nine o’clock.
Is this only a men’s club? Merrywinkle asked, sticking a note to their door.
Those sneaky Black Bee members eventually moved their club to the shore.

Indifference of the Different

A gong sounds again
Squalled with familiar war cries
Bringing me on my feet again
To pick the best tools, drop the fries
One more bite and I’m the next casualty
Picking military regalia, dress down to the task’d
My alert generals whine, pumping grit in my faculty
So I can dodge through the strictness unfrisk’d
Doing rehearsals amid fear
Just to stay put with the adversary’s whim
To never forget his tactful enticing tear
At the expense of my sympathy grim
Am not headed for perpetual fall
For I’ve made out the trickery and malice in lair
Yesterday’s battle for crown in virtuosos’ hall
Really confirmed how emeritus victory and flair
Counteth not at the status quo
And that we can change yesterday’s outcome
If only we could be termed as the trio or duo
Of our grit and purged frolicsome
Selves
And so, whether magnate in our seedy residence
Or cognate to the salient diamonds
We shun perfection decadence
To only unmask dazzling splendid diamonds!

Footle the Form M

LIFE CLASS

dress down

no gown

NOTE:A footle is a two line ,2 syllable verse with an integral title-Light Poetic verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc (technically a trochaic monometer and not necessarily in rhyme).
FOOTLES however is a 'hybrid' innovative sequenced variation has
developed over the years (since 2009)alongside the original definition

Diem Interregnum

It was dress down day in Heaven
All approved by The Good Lord
For even Angels in Heaven
Can get a just little bored
Think of all those chosen
To balance on a pin’s head
Think of their relief at doing
Some other thing instead

A sort of Heavenly Leap Day
Though not letting up on sin
Some folk got an extra day
As they were not letting in
St Peter was so pleased
After many millenniums of wait
They were finally getting round
To oiling his beloved Pearly Gates

Century after year after month
After endless endless weeks
He’d had to sit there and listen ‘
To their annoying squeaks
Wings were re-feathered 
Robes washed and spring cleaned
The smartest bunch of Angels
The Good Lord had ever seen

And as the day ended 
And they climbed back on their pins
There was such an air of contentment
As they readied to let the waiting lot in
And the Good Lord said to Peter
It doesn’t do any harm to show
I am God of understanding and compassion
Not just that God of Wrath and Woe

Existence

Life is music that drifts in open spaces
        sometimes a brash crescendo 
        that brims with the fullness of now
when stories break from narrow, rigid scripts
        stifling random routine

Life is free wheeling inventiveness 
        peacockish
        a feathered tapestry
        parading like a wedding dress down the aisle

Sometimes life is a ping pong bounce of sorrow
        giant ball
        that blurs the sky
        that covers our eyes
                              a fog creeping into ruined places

Life is a tumble of forces
        a counterpoint of malice and joy
        that goes in an unexpected direction
                              like the connective chords of love
                 an airy drift
                 amplified
                 in the ringing rush of time





Poem composed: July 2/2022

Modern Gomer-

Gomer
Pretty fool, beautiful 
you laid down
 you got down
 with your lover what you do  now no ones pitying you now
 you now unfaithfulness to the Lord 
You though he loved you now
 you walked away from your first love
You thought he loved you child 
Gomer
Unfaithful to the Lord just a whore
What if you prayed
Why? Didn't you stay
Yet you strayed no longer a virgin
Now your a burden
Gomer
It is more than his manhood 
He's a man-child
 Gomer 
 unfaithful to the Lord just a whore
Why did she pray
Why didn't you stay?
Yet she strayed
No longer a virgin now 
You unfaithful to the Lord
Just a whore where are you now
How can the government and the village must now help you child 
You should have kept your dress down 
You should have kept your pants on
 Modern Gomer
 unfaithful to the Lord
 just a whore 
He done got what he wanted
You thought he loves you but he doesn't 
He just came alone came alone to hit
 6 minutes of pleasure now quit it 
Now going to give you nine months of misery,
 just a whore- unfaithful to the Lord just like Israel


6/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©

Footle Art May 30

LIFE CLASS
dress down

no gown

NOTE:A footle is a two line ,2 syllable verse with an integral title-Light Poetic verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc (technically a trochaic monometer and not necessarily in rhyme).A 'hybrid' innovative sequenced variation has
developed over the years (since 2009)alongside the original definition

Stylish Me

STYLISH ME

Glancing at my clothes, dress down or dress up?
Fashion is art; I love to dress with flair.
Looking chic is fun, my spirit lifts up.
Hear “you’re so stylish”, feel buzz in the air.



7/21/21     Flair & Fun Quatrain Contest Poetry
                 Caren Krutsinger


Used:        How Many Syllables (10 syllables)
                RhymeZone

What Was Special About This One

Sam knew as soon as he saw her
that he might never find another woman
more like his mom. 

He asked his sister to turn this stranger right side up
and find her shoe, and maybe put her dress down. 
Because she was hanging out of her driver's door
upside down, with her legs askew and a missing shoe 

His sister rolled her eyes.
He usually looked under rocks for his women. 
What was so special about this one?

Then she saw how disheveled she was
and immediately thought of their alcoholic mother
who had looked for love in all the wrong places
namely bars all of her life

God's Breath Is a Life Let Us Not Abort-

Fornicator you believe in abortion 
Adulterer you believe in abortion
Rapist do you believe in abortio 
Father God has kissed your nose your lips blew his life essence 
Into your tiny chest He created you 
Instantly for it takes God man and a woman to create a human being 
Always
Always it's a choice 
Yet you believe that at certain trimester life 
Isn't life but it only takes an instant 
To create
 a spark the breath of air from God's own light 
Let's get it right 
Who are you to kill a life 
If you don't want a child women keep your legs closed pants up and dress down 
Men keep your genitals to yourself



4/1/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

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